Alex corll sat there at the ground wondering why him why had he suffered such a terrible fate. As minutes passed, he could feal his life slipping away more and more. His vision was getting blurry and the light was getting dimmer.
"I'm scared of the darkness. I'm scared of death. Please, someone come rescue me. I don't wanna die."
He hoped that someone would listen to his cries but it was all in vain all he could feal was cold. It was as if he was drowning in sorrow and regrets of what he had not done in this life of his. Suddenly a voice which sounded like an angel whispered to him.
"Grab my hand."
A hand appeared and reached out to him. He grabbed on and was pulled back towards the light
"When you come back alive find me."
The voice said as he got closer. When he reached the top, he found himself in a place which looked like a fantasy. His was standing on water and he could see every star in multiple different cosmos
"What is this place? Am i in heaven? Or is this purgatory?"
He stretched out his hand and tried to reach for one of the stars but suddenly a structure appeared. The door of the structure was written
'The sovereign's path'.
He opened the door and entered where he saw a room with a table and chairs. They had writings inscribed onto each one which looked ancient. He walked around reading each one but for some reason he could only understand the title given to each seat.
"Sovereign of Resurrection, Sovereign of Desolation, Sovereign of Genesis, Sovereign of Shadows, Sovereign of Radiance, Sovereign of Time flow, Sovereign of Storms, Sovereign of Eternity, Sovereign of Illusions, Sovereign of the Abyss, Sovereign of Destiny and Sovereign Supreme,"
He stared at the sovereign supreme seat and felt an overwhelming urge to sit on it.
"Let me just test this sit out. I'm kinda curious what will happen."
He walked slowly towards the seat and all his senses began to focus at that one point. His heart rate gradually increased. As he was itching closer and closer, the stars of the different cosmos started coming closer to each one with its own unique color. He stopped for a second to think of all the possible consequences because this could be a curse in disguise. As he stood there thinking a voice, this time of a child whispered, "Let go."